Thoughts from Frank and Fern

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Saturday, October 3, 2020

Open Thread, October 3, 2020

Well, folks. The world still turns and gets stranger every single day. There are many people that daily outline the events taking place around us – political, criminal, availability of everything from food to ammo to canning supplies to baby chicks to anything, you name it. 

Right now, and all day everyday, we request your prayers beseeching the Almighty for the quick, total recovery of our President and his beloved First Lady, President Donald J. Trump and First Lady Melania Trump.

The turmoil, unrest, and uncertainty of the future of our country appears to grow everyday. Every single day. There is something that happens, information that comes to light, or the placement of one more piece of a puzzle that is so deep and wide that it truly seems beyond the human mind to fathom.

So we step back, take a breath and attempt to decipher what is real, what is conjecture, opinion or outright lies and fabrications. Then we go outside and enjoy what we have been blessed with. A beautiful place to live. Flowers. Hummingbirds. The final harvesting of the garden. 

The sweet potatoes are dug and curing in the greenhouse. We grew three varieties to compare productivity and flavor. We will use those potatoes and plants for next year’s crop.

The only other things left in the garden are okra and peppers, which are declining since we are already having lows in the 40’s and 50’s. The turnip greens are growing well, they like the cool weather. The spinach is trying to grow, something killed all of the lettuce and it needs to be replanted. Yes, we are still growing some food stuffs. But it’s going to be an early winter this year, or so I have been feeling for about a month now. I would recommend you stock as deep as you can and prepare for a long, cold winter. Just a feeling.

We are canning chicken today. Baking the last dozen we had in the freezer and getting them all on the shelf. Next week we will start butchering our older laying hens to can as well. The young hens are laying well and we are over run with eggs. We also have another batch of young chicks that will start laying in January. So we have meat and eggs on the menu for part of a future food supply.

The goats are drying up. Three does are due in January. One more doesn’t seem to be bred or show any indication of doing so. We don’t know what is going on with her. Braum’s (an ice cream store in our area) has started selling A2 milk which is a very pleasant surprise. Our vet is drinking it with great success. He hasn’t been able to drink milk in years due to a gut issue. That proves to me that there really is something to the A1/A2 issue. We are buying milk from Braum’s to get us to January and our own fresh supply again.

Just walking into a store now days is a strange, eerie experience. Half of the people look at each other like they are scared to be around anyone, another half is wearing masks and doesn’t like the ones that aren’t, the other half just tries to act normal, but hardly anyone talks. It’s quiet and suspicious. I know that’s three halves, but you’ll just half to deal with it.  Just like living in this dystopian virus controlled world.

My mom is now on hospice and continues her slow steady decline. I haven’t been able to go into the nursing home to see her since March 12th. It kills me to go see her through the window and not be able to touch her and hug her. Knowing there are hundreds or thousands of others in the same predicament doesn’t make it any easier, but I am very empathetic to the pain it causes so many of us in these days and times. A person we know just lost a healthy, active parent with underlying conditions to this virus. It hits close to home since they were younger than Frank. 

Pray for our President and First Lady for there are those that take joy in their sickness. These people that wish our President and First Lady harm are part of the deep, entrenched, putrid, decay of our country. If they win the election, if they take over, we are doomed. If you are not prepared for either outcome, I fear for you. 

Please share what is going on in your neck of the woods. We are all in this together and we all need help from each other. Please share. Be safe. Stay healthy. Be extremely vigilant. Use discernment in all you read, watch and believe. Pray for guidance always.

Until next time – FernPosted by Frank and Fern at 10:01 AM Labels: A1A2canningchickencountrygardenmilkokrapatriotismpepperspoliticiansprayerpresidentspinachstresssweet potatoes


  1. Lady LocustOctober 3, 2020 at 1:48 PMCertainly well written. I am sorry to hear that you can’t be with your mom. I think it’s criminal (my opinion) that we can’t be with loved ones when they need us most.Reply
  2. Toirdhealbheach BeucailOctober 3, 2020 at 2:25 PMFern, I am very sorry to hear about your mother. I have actually – somewhat ironically because of Covid – been able to travel back to my parent’s at The Ranch one week a month to work for there, which has been quite a blessing.

    Our seasons are starting to turn as well – my okra is about done but the sweet potatoes and walking onions grow on. The beans and black eyed peas have completed what they are going to do.

    More cheese is to be made. I have ordered some reusable canning lids and seals from Lehman’s and will start experimenting with preserving store purchased items (since my gardening skills are less than ideal).Reply
  3. UnknownOctober 3, 2020 at 3:15 PMYour post accurately reflects life as it has become. There are so many things we would normally do that can’t be done now. I am glad to hear that your harvest is till going on. It is a blessing to live in your climate, isn’t it. Her in northern Iowa we are digging up the very last of our potatoes. That is the end of it all for us. We experimented with growing potatoes in 5 gallon buckets. What fun that has been. Lots less bending over. It looked funny to see thirty white buckets lining our driveway. We over watered and rotted a few bucketfuls but the others are yielding well. All in all, we are happy with how it turned out. Bless you two this harvest season. MearyReply
  4. AnonymousOctober 3, 2020 at 3:27 PMSo good to hear from you. I do appreciate the time you spend writing these articles. We need to hear from each other. The time since March and the shutdown has affected my speech. Common words and well-known names are sometimes hard to think of on the spot. A close friend said she is the same way. I think it’s partly because our circle of communication and time spent communicating has been drastically curtailed. We don’t use all the words we once did. A short text takes the place of a leisurely conversation now days.
    There is still plenty of food in our grocery stores for the most part. I have noticed the store isles are wider now and my main store, Kroger, has a very wide isle in the center of the store. This change was made just this week. The openness looks great but a whole row of shelves has been removed. The store had just remodeled this summer and made the isles wider at that time and now a whole section removed. Usually at this time of year all kinds of seasonal goods would be brought in filling every available space.
    Would you explain A1/A2 milk?
    Clothing stores are running great sales. Houses are selling faster than they can be built. A friend just financed a house for 30 years at 2 ¾ percent. There are some bright spots but somehow this just doesn’t seem real and we wait for the other shoe to drop.
    We pray daily for our country and our president and first lady. I try to not get too bogged down with all the dark souls trying to destroy our way of life and our country. Of course I pray, vote and donate what I can. Speaking out at this point seems useless since most people have already made up their minds. BJ in GA

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EDITOR ONLY, 74 year old geek, ultra-conservative patriot.

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